Monday, August 22, 2005

Tree Climbing

Me in the spring maple that inspired this poem.

Tree Climbing

Sitting at the forest’s edge You reached to meAnd I remembered why I was born.I stretched from rock to your armsLimbs lifted me from earthThe maple tree, the fir.Climb higher, you saidReach for the sky, like my cousins and me.Limber limbs. Strong and supple. Bounce the spring of wind and sun dreams.The life up here. The powerStrikes fear in the hearts of every mother.Come down, you fool!Keep climbing.Bounce a little for the thrill.Reach and pull higher still—for the fun.Remember, I have opposing thumbs.Lived here before.Keep climbing.

Four limbs in a hundred arms of safetyNo danger. Can’t fall.I’m in a living thing.You love me.Oak and ash and alder.Remember when I faltered?You were there, a seedling.Now we swing and sing with wind and birdsong.So long from fall through winter.Now to spring again.Keep climbing.

Steps to sky and higherIn your loving arms.Chestnut, beech and walnut.Feed the feet that reach from earth to sky.I climb the trees of reason.Can you tell me why?Our hands and limbs love sun and rain and wind.Wave to lift the light hearts to the sky.Up here I see forever.The eyes of the horizon are upon me.From earth to skyKeep climbing.

In a tree a child ever grows.Love of life—the sap within our limbs.I sing within your arms. We know.O climbing tree.A child ever growing in a tree.